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I Did Not Let Go of Him.

Updated on April 13, 2011

With time, we all grow up. And then, it is just memories that remain with us to cherish what we have actually lost, and what we never can get back. Childhood memories stay imprinted in our mind forever and later on, they form good bedtime stories for our children too. We make mistakes but so long we learn from them, life goes great.


There is one such mistake which I may never be able to forget.


I had been around nine years old then. I had this cousin brother of mine who used to come over to our place quite often. My parents had a special affection for him. This made me angry sometimes, jealous mostly. I never let him play with my toys and if asked to share the room, I made him sleep on the farthest corner of the bed as possible. Never close to me. But he did not complain. He always did as I told him to. He was happy all the time and calm and this made me more and more frustrated.


One day I challenged him to stay the night in our cellar, a place which we used to consider haunted. He was really scared when he heard it and almost wet his pants but as he never refused to anything I said, he reluctantly agreed. I left him down there with a small torch, which had almost no effect in the absorbing darkness of the cellar and small bedding for him to sleep. I hurried back upstairs and lay on my bed. Finally, the bed was mine, and mine alone!


The next day I woke up and my mother told me that they could not find Aarav (my cousin). Of course they did not know. I ran down the cellar stairs and what do I see, he is standing there just the way I had left him. The torch in his hand and the bedding untouched. I came close to him and could see dried up tears going down his cheek. I tugged at him but he did not move. He was staring at something invisible on the roof. I touched his hand. It was burning. He had serious fever!

Finally he looked at me and fresh tears filled his eyes. He said,

“See, I did what you said. Now you don’t hate me, right?”

This was too much for me. I pulled him towards me and hugged him hard.

“I can never hate you! You are the best friend I ever had! I am really sorry for behaving like that!”


Even though his body temperature was very high and my skin burned, I did not let go of him…


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      vrajavala 6 years ago from Port St. Lucie

      It cn be amazing to see how children can be cruel to each other. I imagine I moist have been too. Long time ago though

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      Raghav Rathi 6 years ago from Dehradun, Uttarakhand, India.

      Thank you again Spirit whisperer. I hope I helped... :P

      Whenever i get reminded of this incident, i pick up the phone and call up my brother and we talk for hours. He has forgotten all about it but not me... And the bond that we share now, no one in this whole wide world has the courage enough to break it... :)

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      Xavier Nathan 6 years ago from Isle of Man

      This is a very touching story and your honesty has also affected me deeply. I think we all share experiences like this that we bury because it is too painful to be reminded of how cruel we can be. Thank you for reminding us and hopefully we can all release such feelings of guilt and remorse with the same courage you have done here. Thank you.

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      Raghav Rathi 6 years ago from Dehradun, Uttarakhand, India.

      Thanks a lot Nellieanna.....

      I am glad you liked it.....

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      Nellieanna Hay 6 years ago from TEXAS

      This is so touching and beautiful, Raghav. I can visualize it all vividly. I want to write more, but the taxing job upstairs beckons me. I'm really glad I stopped to read this first, though. It's left a warm, glowy feeling in my heart for both little boys. Thank you for sharing it!! You truly have a gift! Hugs.

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      Raghav Rathi 6 years ago from Dehradun, Uttarakhand, India.

      Thanks a Sherry. Yes. The story is partially true.....and i also learnt a lot from it. And him and me, we are the bestest friends till date and we share a bond that will not break, ever...

      thank you for the comment.

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      Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

      I have been the child in the cellar at one time, suffering most anything for acceptance. It is amazing what a person will endure just to have another care for them. IF this is a true story, or representative of one, I hope you hold on to him and lift up his spirit to feel accepted and loved. And if not, I hope it means you understand we must never let another feel so afraid and alone. Good write - makes one think!

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      Raghav Rathi 6 years ago from Dehradun, Uttarakhand, India.

      thanks a lot Helpful Hanna..... :)

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      Helpful Hanna 6 years ago

      It's funny the things we remember and what they teach us. Great hub!